Parties weren’t your thing, but when it comes to the Hamato’s, it’s one heck of a blast all right. It was one of the nights were all the Hamato members would go out and hang around New York or the hidden city, a family outing or something but this time more fun, since the members you were talking about were all about fun and party, something something about how the turtle bros were always like that and how it sips to the others, and something something about how the night was young and bright. You put as much careful makeup you can put in your face as you waited for Donnie in the living room, humming a low song while trying to apply mascara. You hear the bedroom door open and close, the familiar heavy footsteps of Donnie’s designer boots he always liked to wear when going out, and you had a mind to greet when you took a look at him…Oh…the bastard did not just wore the damn sweater

“What?, I thought I look good in this”

He say with a quirk brow, but his cocky smirk was not buying his innocent as well as how he fixes the sleeve of his sweater, like he was putting in a show. It was dark purple, more darker then what your wearing, till it seemed black till light hits it. The soft fabric perfectly molded tight on his upper body nicely, stretching and hugging his biceps and muscles that it ripples each time he moves. And he was also wearing that damn black tight leather pants, a few stylish pockets and belts and chains, and the more lighter color of purple belt kept the pants in place were the sweater was tucked neatly. And his damn hair, (turtles weren’t supposed to have hair??!?!), just like the style he usually wears but more neat with some strands that hang long on his face to make people see the catch of his well angled face, yellow eyes looking at you with a knowing look. Right in the middle of going out with his family, great, the bastard tease really try to poke you in this inappropriate time